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The Moon Looked Like a Cat Burglar
The moon looked like a cat burglar that crisp November night; clear skies but for one dark band splashed across his sight. His guise arcane and sinister, and try hard as I might, I couldn't help but wonder who he'd prey upon with spite. An air of eerie stillness fell, as he cast cool silver light, foretelling of his felony, contriving someone's cruel plight. His luminance trespassed the land as he rose to his full height; a meticulous surveillance to plan his act of sleight. Disquieted I crept inside, closed the door, pulled curtains tight, still his glow transuded every room setting all my fears alight. Adrenalin took over, but far too scared to fight, I sheltered 'neath the duvet to wait for morning bright. Next morn I tiptoed down the stairs, fists clenched, my knuckles white, but everything was in its place, the moon had taken flight. I don't know why he visited, maybe just to be polite, but I had uneasy feelings he'd return at next twilight. **for 'Monorhyme Madness'
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